This world rewards the greedy...

Those that have are endeared by the masses as the divine.  The sacrosanct.  Unbefuddled by the realities of feeble necesity.  Want, requirement and pure pain.  We, that are limited by pure inability to achieve greater.  Perpetuality of income.  Perputuality of societal caste.  A definement of who we are by what we have.  Nothing.  Chewed and spat back out by the faux sincerities of a greatful nation.  No one to help you at your darkest.  No one to listen or give back in minute perfunctoriness.  Rage, o muse, pure and utter rage.